Here you won't find the pages of a pedantic journal, praises to fantastic places or accounts of memorable encounters. This is a collection of stories, thoughts, images, and most of all odd stuff, even though to someone else it might actually look ordinary. To discern its bizarre side, in fact, special filters are needed: cynicism, fussiness, stubbornness, isolation, impudence, nosiness and nerdiness. All flaws that, in different measure, this semi-nomadic being has got embedded in his genes.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

I would love to know who spread the word that garlic bread is an Italian dish. The menus of the Italian restaurants abroad often include it in the starters page, hidden among bruschettas, salads and ham, disguised as a local, like a cuckoo egg.

Complimentary bread is never available and this impostor, its closest replacement, can only be ordered as an à la carte course.

But rumors don't know what borders are and urban legends can grow everywhere. Try, for instance, to tell the Chinese, that their most popular dessert in Italy is fried ice cream!